Who am I?
Why am I alive?
What makes me me?
Can you not see?
I am a mistake,
What you see before you is a fake
I hide behind this mask.
But thats not going to last.
The truth will come out,
I have no doubt.
As time goes by,
I keep living in my lies.
And every night I go to bed
I\'ll still be wishing I was dead.
To many people what I do isn't fair
But I cease too care.
Because when I look in the miror,
All I see is this thing,
And unfortunetly that thing is me.
